At this time, the moonlight was sprinkled, illuminating the remaining snow on the street.

As far as the eye can see, the entire long street is covered in silver, and it is silver-white.

On the long snowy street, two monks were walking.

A monk was very thin, but his bare arms were as steel. Another middle-aged monk had a bronzed complexion and a resolute look on his face.

The two monks walked silently with copper rods in their hands. In this deep night, there is some meaning that the monk knocks on the door under the moon.

But I don't know which door to knock on, and what to do after knocking on the door.

"It is rare to see such a foreign monk in the eastern capital. ”

Looking at the two monks on the side of the street from afar, a secret guard frowned and said, "Especially the foreign monks who are still cultivators. ”

Another secret guard looked at the monk who was walking in silence, as if he was looking for something, and said indifferently: "The above has spoken, as long as you don't make too much trouble, let them go." ”

The eastern capital is the first male city in the world, and there are many strange people and strange people who appear every day, and they can be called as many as dogs in the sky, and they practice all over the place. Although these monks of the Baozhu Kingdom are relatively rare, the two of them didn't care, just looked at them and left.

Shortly after the two guards left, the bronzed, middle-aged monk stopped.

He glanced up ahead of him.

Another thin monk also stopped.

The bronzed, middle-aged monk's gaze was serene and powerful, as if there were no impurities but devotion and compassion to the Buddha.

And the aura exuding from him is also like his gaze, calm and powerful.

His breath grew from nothing, and then began to climb the ladder.

The Lower Realm of the Void, the Lower Realm of the Void, all the way to the Upper Realm of the Void Underworld.

The bronzed-skinned monk clasped his hands together and said to the long deserted street, "Since you are here, why pretend to be a ghost?"

He is not well-known in the cultivation world, and even many people in the cultivation world do not know about him, but this does not mean that he is weak.

It's just that he has been practicing ascetic meditation in Vajra Temple since he became a monk, so his reputation is not obvious.

At some point, a dark cloud obscured the moon.

The wind rose, and then the snow fell from the sky at night.

The middle-aged monk's face was indifferent, as if he couldn't feel the cold around him.

The snow fell silently, and the long street was still silent, and no one answered his words, but he had felt something in his heart before, so he still stood still.

I don't know how long it took.

A figure slowly walked in the night snow.

Without the moonlight, the streets were pitch black. But the purple cotton skirt on the figure was clearly visible. In the night, it reveals a strange meaning.

A few years ago, in the King Kong Temple, he was already in the upper realm of the void, and he had even seen the threshold, but at this time, he found that he couldn't see through the reality of this figure, and he couldn't help but be vigilant.

Although this figure was the same as Qin Mumian, who was dressed in white as said by Liumian, he felt that this person was Qin Mumian, so the middle-aged monk decided to strike first, he clenched the copper staff in his hand and raised it high.

The brass staff was held high in the air, making a slight sound of breaking through the air. It's like an arrow piercing through the sky.

However, the figure opposite him did not stop, and still walked towards him unhurriedly.

The middle-aged monk's face showed a majestic look, the hand holding the copper staff trembled slightly, and all the vitality in his body gushed out.

The purple figure slowly approached in the scattered snow particles, and the distance was less than ten feet.

The middle-aged monk's body became stiff, and the hand holding the copper rod became pale, looking at the figure, the quiet eyes were no longer quiet, only countless solemnities remained.

The figure didn't move, but with her footsteps, the middle-aged monk felt that the vitality in his body had become stagnant.

A night breeze blew and snow flakes flew.

He could no longer be calm, his face turned pale, as if the fingers of steel were released, and the brass staff flew away from his hand, heading straight for the purple figure in front of him.

With the sound of the whistle breaking through the air, the copper staff flew several feet between the two of them with the momentum of wind and thunder.

The figure simply raised its right hand and stretched out its index finger with a large peony ring on it.

Gently pointed at the flying copper rod, and the copper rod shattered inch by inch.

A flush flashed across the middle-aged monk's face, and then turned pale.

He suddenly felt a movement beside him, and turned his head to look, only to find that his companion beside him, the thin monk who had only the Void Realm, had fallen quietly in a pool of blood on the snow.

The red and white are particularly dazzling in the night.

The middle-aged monk's face changed drastically.

The previously majestic face had become slightly panicked, and his eyes were full of fear.

He is a practitioner of Vajra Temple, he is the best among his peers, and believers regard him as a living Buddha. In his opinion, a so-called demon girl is just a handful of it.

And tonight on this snow street, he finally met the demon girl in his eyes, and he finally understood what it meant to sit in a well and watch the sky.

But years of penance hadn't left him completely frightened.

He put his hands in front of him, and quickly formed a immovable Ming King seal. Suddenly, the bronza on his body became darker, almost turning to a dark gold.

At this time, his whole person seemed to be wrapped in a dark golden battle suit.

At this moment, the purple figure stopped.

A thin sheet of snow fell from the night sky.

The snow flakes are extremely thin, even translucent, like blades.

The figure flicked its fingers.

Snow flakes shoot out.

The snow as thin as a cicada's wings directly ignored the dark gold condensed by the vitality on his body, and gently embedded it in his chest.

And thus his golden body was shattered.

The next moment, a slender jade pointed at his throat.

The middle-aged monk's whole body stiffened, and he didn't dare to move.

Just when he thought he was going to die, a voice sounded behind him: "This is good, the Void Realm is just right for me." ”

Then the owner of the voice turned to him, and he was greeted by a pair of eyes as black as a starry sky.

......

Xiao Yu let go of the shriveled corpse in his hand, and his dark eyes began to slowly return to normal.

Qin Mumian clasped his hands in his sleeves, looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky and said quietly, "How do you feel?"

Xiao Yu frowned slightly, put away the flying sword inserted in the corpse of the thin monk, and said, "I feel a little close." ”

Qin Mumian stretched out his hand and took a snowflake in his palm. Then, with a flick of one hand, the snowflakes flew like sharp swords into the head of the middle-aged monk's corpse.

Then his skull burst open, dispersing into a mist of blood in the air.

Qin Mumian said expressionlessly: "Don't worry, there are many more." I have never shown mercy to my enemies. ”

Xiao Yu didn't speak, and with a flick of his fingers, two small black flame flowers flew out of his fingertips and landed on the corpses of the two monks.

......

Xiao Yu and Qin Mumian's figures gradually faded away, and the snowflakes continued to fall, covering a scorched black trace, covering the blood-red trace.

The snow grew heavier and heavier, covering the footprints and burying the broken fragments of the copper rod in the monk's hand.

After a few moments, there was no trace of the battle to be seen.